Type-Moon: I, Mordred, am so filial.

This is a difficult question to answer.

Especially when Mordred clearly knows the name of the woman in front of him, he has to weigh the weight of this question carefully.

And whether he has the capital to answer this question.

"Damn it, how could I have forgotten about this old woman!"

"Scathach, the God-killer who stepped into the realm of God as a human"

"At the same time, she is the queen guarding the Kingdom of Shadows, the only living person in the world of the dead!"

To put it simply, if it is on this island, then the woman in front of you is probably the real"Monarch of the Dead".

Although she herself has never admitted it - nor is she willing to admit it.

But the problem is that her unwillingness to admit that she is the Monarch of the Dead is one thing; whether she can accept other people calling themselves"Monarch of the Dead" is another matter.

"I wonder what that sudden sense of crisis is all about… So this old woman is targeting me?"

Recalling the scene when he and Altria were talking yesterday, Mordred couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

It was not until today that he understood what it meant to have a god watching over you.

Moreover, it was the kind of god who would come to your door if you didn't agree with him and beat you up at any time.

"This old woman... can't be defeated."

Mordred looked at Scathach's level panel - the abnormal data of up to level 99 (God level) made Mordred have no idea of resistance at all.

He had to use a lot of effort to fight a level 69 Altria, and he had to sacrifice half of his life to have a chance to steal a victory.

As for the purple old woman in front of him?

"Forget it, I'd better close my eyes and wait for death.

This time, Mordred chose to give up very simply.

""Can you let me be a full ghost?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the roasted rabbit that had been placed on the campfire and was now fully mature.

The aroma of roasted meat and fruit was emanating from the roasted rabbit, blending into a breath that could make people's appetites grow.

Scathach nodded gently and agreed to Mordred's insignificant request.

"But."

Only when you have a full stomach can you have the strength to fight - as a true warrior, Scathach wants to face Mordred in perfect condition. Only in this way can she leave a battle"without regrets".

However, in the next moment.

When Mordred opened the thigh of the roasted rabbit, the wonderful aroma filled Scathach's nose.

""Hmm?"

Scathach's face showed a trace of surprise.

Talk about something very wonderful.

From these aromas, she actually felt a long-lost touch.

It was a touch of life.

Top chefs can not only bring out the taste of ingredients to the extreme, but also use some unique cooking methods to awaken the most primitive desires in people's hearts.

The name of this desire is called"survival".

Guided by these aromas, Scathach's thoughts gradually drifted back to the time when she had not yet set foot in the realm of God.

It was a barbaric era.

Human beings, who had just stepped out of their cradles, used their own hands to start the difficult journey of embarking on the"chief of all spirits".

Fighting against the sky, fighting against the earth, fighting against all things.

The hardships and sadness in it, even as strong as Scathach would never want to think too much.

And people in later generations cannot understand even a single thing in it.

But then again...——

"Even in such a dark age, there are beautiful things happening."

Scathach smiled, recalling the scene when her people sang and danced in front of a bonfire.

The aroma of food filled the entire camp, and people laughed and looked forward to the future.

This is the era where Scathach is currently living!

"Oh my, I'm getting old, and I can't help but recall these past events."

Scathach thought with a smile.

Then——

"Eh?"

Mordred, who had just finished eating a rabbit leg and wanted to eat another one, was stunned for a moment.

"Where's my rabbit?"

"Where is my big rabbit?"

He looked around, trying to find the trace of the roasted rabbit.

However, let alone the roasted rabbit.

He didn't even find a rabbit hair.

However, the only good news was that the very scary purple old woman also disappeared with the roasted rabbit with a missing leg.

"What is this?……"

Looking at the place where Scathach had just stood, Mordred had a complicated expression.

He could probably understand what had happened.

Using half a rabbit to exchange for his own life - it was a sure win no matter how you looked at it.

However, while he was glad that he had escaped... Mordred's intuition told him that this matter would not end so easily.

"It seems that I have gotten into a big trouble."

With this thought in mind, Mordred walked towards the castle.

He was tired.

……

Camelot, Chalk City.

In the palace, Guinevere lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

"Another night of sleeping alone."

A trace of sadness appeared on Guinevere's face, which gave this English rose a unique style.

She began to miss the good times yesterday.

Because of the assassin, her king accompanied her for a whole night.

Although this companionship was false and could only be described as"friends" - but for Guinevere, it was still a dreamlike time.

Don't forget that she and Altria are now a real couple.

However——

"Sorry, Weir."

"There are still important matters to be dealt with in the kingdom, so you should sleep alone tonight."

The perfect king apologized to his queen - looking at the tired face, Guinevere couldn't bear to say even a word of criticism.

She knew that Altria just wanted to make this kingdom better and let her people live a happier life.

"But yeah, but yeah……"

"Why can't you come and stay with me?"

"Even if it's only an hour, no, half an hour is fine."

Guinevere, lying on the bed, tossed and turned.

And at this moment, an inappropriate thought quietly crept into her mind:

"if……"

"I wish that assassin could come and kidnap me one more time."

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